President, don't mess around

Ling Yanyan sat in the back seat of the car with her son in her arms, while Feng Zhiming just drove the car intently, he didn't speak, and she didn't speak either.In fact, she has a lot to ask him. She wants to know why he appears at the door of Ji's villa at this time, even though he is still in Canada?He still came here to pick her up.

The speed of the car kept going up, Ling Yanyan hugged her son tightly, "Well, can you drive slower?" Although Feng Zhiming didn't speak, she could feel that he was angry.

Wasn't he very gentle just now?Why is he sulking again now?What did she do wrong to make him angry?

Feng Zhiming still didn't speak, but the speed of the car still naturally slowed down.

"Mommy." The son in her arms leaned against her, patting her body with his little hands, with a lovely smile on his lovely face.

Ling Yanyan smiled, and while coaxing her son, she looked at Feng Zhiming, who was driving the car with a gloomy face, with some uneasiness.

However, the Porsche did not drive towards Feng's villa, but turned towards the seaside.Ten minutes later, the car stopped at the door of the seaside villa.

Feng Zhiming turned his head and glanced at Ling Yanyan, "Get out of the car!"

"Oh," Ling Yanyan nodded, and got out of the car with her son in her arms.Feng Zhiming stood at the door, watching her walk slowly, stretched out his long arms, hugged her son in her hand, and handed her the key, "Open the door."

And as soon as Chenchen got into Feng Zhiming's arms, he began to cry dishonestly.

Ling Yanyan quickly opened the door, turned around and said to Feng Zhiming, "Let me hug Chenchen!"

Feng Zhiming glanced at her, "Go upstairs." As he spoke, he walked up to the second floor with his son in his arms.

Seeing his back disappearing at the top of the stairs, Ling Yanyan could only turn around and close the door, and then walked up to the second floor. As soon as she walked up the last flight of stairs, she was pulled into the master bedroom by Feng Zhiming.

"Where's Chenchen?" Ling Yanyan looked at him and asked.

Feng Zhiming put his arms around her waist, kicked lightly with his feet in shiny leather shoes, and the bedroom door was closed heavily, "Yanyan, you should pay attention to me now."

"But Chenchen..." Ling Yanyan swallowed the rest of the words under his stern gaze, she just wanted to ask where Chenchen was?

Feng Zhiming looked at her, stretched out his hand to caress her face, his slender fingers parted her brows, "What's wrong here?"

Ling Yanyan tilted her head back to avoid his touch, "There's nothing here."

"Tell me, how did you get hurt?" Feng Zhiming pulled her closer to his arms, and kissed the wound on her forehead with his sexy thin lips, feeling distressed.

Ling Yanyan pursed her lips, "Are you angry because I was hurt?" Is he angry about this?

"Otherwise, why do you think I'm angry?" Feng Zhiming narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at her closely, "Or do you have something to hide from me?"

"No, it's nothing. I can't hide anything from you." Ling Yanyan quickly shook her head in denial.

Feng Zhiming hugged her and sat down on the sofa, "Why did you get hurt?"

"I accidentally bumped into it." Ling Yanyan wrapped her arms around his neck, trying to pass it vaguely.

"How careless did you have to be to get into this? How long has it been? Does it hurt?" Feng Zhiming breathed warmly on her forehead, although he didn't believe it, but he didn't seem to intend to get to the bottom of it, or in fact his I already knew it in my heart.

Ling Yanyan shook her head, "It doesn't hurt. What about you? Didn't you say you were in Canada? Why did you come back?"

"Don't you need me? I'll be right back." Feng Zhiming smiled and pinched the tip of her nose. That text message, that phone call, he came back directly.

"What about your job? What should I do?" Ling Yanyan looked at him worriedly, and he left his job and returned home?Is it because of her text message?

Feng Zhiming raised his eyebrows, and looked into the distance with deep eyes, "Work is not that important. Li Rui can solve it without me."

"Oh." Ling Yanyan lowered her eyes, Li Rui could solve it, so he went there himself, it was because of her that he came back in such a hurry, she was sure of this.

"What? Are you unhappy that I'm back?" Why did Feng Zhiming feel that she didn't want to see him.

Ling Yanyan shook her head, how could she be unhappy?She wished she could see him every day, "Actually, I just miss you a little bit, not that much."

"So, you just sent a text message to ask me to come back?" Feng Zhiming looked at her and shook his head, very satisfied.Although he didn't say it explicitly, from Feng Zhiming's point of view, that's what he meant.

Her little wife is becoming more and more lovely, but also more and more willful.

Ling Yanyan raised her head, "I didn't send you a text message to ask you to come back." He misunderstood, she just said that she missed him.

Feng Zhiming turned sideways, pressed her on the sofa, and put his face close to her, "No?" His sexy voice sounded, "You said you missed me, you just wanted to see me, so I came back." As he spoke, he nibbled on her earlobe.I felt the person in my arms tremble.

"I, I didn't mean that." Ling Yanyan denied.

"Then tell me, do you want me back? Do you want to see me?" Feng Zhiming's face was almost close to hers.

"Get up first, okay? You are so heavy." Ling Yanyan pushed him gently with her small hands, and his familiar smell had already surrounded her, confusing her.

Feng Zhiming smiled lightly, "Am I heavy? Then how about you being on top?" He said ambiguously, with smiles on his brows and eyes.

"What are you talking about? Get me up soon." Ling Yanyan frowned, that's right!The sofa was big enough, but the posture of the two of them made her a little helpless, and her heartbeat was so fast that it exceeded her load.

"Honey, it hasn't been long, are you going to resist me? Huh?" Feng Zhiming kissed her fair neck, leaving traces of his love unceremoniously.

Ling Yanyan wrapped her arms around him subconsciously, his sexy lips covered hers, sucking her sweetness.

A big hand gently tugged at the gauze skirt on her body, Feng Zhiming stood up, picked her up, walked to the big bed, and just lay down on the big bed. "Wait, wait a minute, I heard Chenchen crying." Ling Yanyan pushed him away.

"Ling Yanyan!" Feng Zhiming roared, she actually wanted to stop at this moment.

"But, Chenchen really cried." Ling Yanyan said in a low voice, not forgetting to arrange some messy clothes on her body.

Feng Zhiming stood up, "Yanyan, since Chenchen came in, he should have been crying. Didn't you hear it just now?"

"I..." Ling Yanyan sat up with support, she really didn't hear it, because all her attention was on him.

"Well, I'd better go and see Chenchen." Ling Yanyan quickly got up from the bed and walked out of the room. Why did Feng Zhiming think that she wanted to escape on purpose?It's getting worse and worse!

In another room, Chenchen was sitting on the long-haired carpet, his face was full of tears, his mouth was open and he was crying. The toy beside him was already quite a distance away from him. Did he throw it out?

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